I think I might be tired.
The early morning on Saturday messed up my internal clock a bit, and R’s difficulty falling asleep ensured that I couldn’t go to bed early to recover from lost sleep. I’m vaguely aware that I’m awake, but I feel like a zombie.
It doesn’t help that K has been in a fighting mood these last few days. She had an expander put in her mouth and it’s apparently very difficult to eat without getting things stuck in it. I get it — she’s cranky.
Guess what? So am I.
I feel like I need to get out of here and go… somewhere. I miss sitting in Starbucks with the other moms. I miss being able to think my own thoughts and use the bathroom without an audience (it doesn’t matter how old they are — they still barge in and start jabbering at me.)
I’ve rewritten this post about ten times and it’s not getting any better. I’m starting to think that I don’t miss anything, really, except for sleep. If I crawl into my bed right now, how long do you think it’ll take them to notice I’m gone? Will they put themselves to bed?
Let’s find out.